Sinner

Will I remember tomorrow
what I need to battle today?
will I be able to keep
the light in myself?
would I be able to fix
the broken ideas I carry everywhere?
would I be able to live
like I was born saint?

Will I remember tomorrow
who I was meant to be?
before they broke my trust
and made me believe
that I was born bad
conceived in a sin?
will I be able to fight one day
someone who is not me?

Jessica
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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April 26, 2024 at 8:44 AM
Does it matter how we get here. Everyone is on a journey, and the past like the present is fleeting.
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